Page 1 of Survivor
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Vex was sprawled out on my mattress. He’d crept in last night and woken me with tongue and teeth and the delicious bite of his fingers. My body still thrummed from his attentions. In the heat of the moment, there was no censoring our moans and gasps. No muting the slap, slap of flesh on flesh.
I knew the other guys could hear us, but I didn’t care.
Sharing was caring, right?
I ran my gaze over his muscular frame, sitting up to look down into his beautiful face. Fuck, the Trad was gorgeous. And he was mine. I straddled him, and rolled my hips against his, gasping at the hardness that swelled almost immediately to greet me. His hands came up to grip my hips, and he opened amethyst eyes to sear me with rising heat.
“Fuck, Rogue.” He growled. “You’re a torturer.”
I grinned, leaned in, and pecked him on the nose before sliding off him, eliciting a ragged moan. “Nope. I’m your alarm clock.”
He groaned and threw an arm over his eyes.
There was a soft rap on the screen that separated us from the rest of the room. “Vex, we got to leave in five,” Xavier said. “Kellon will fire us if we’re late again.”
Vex sat up and rubbed his face. “Coffee?”
“Yeah, half a cup,” Xavier said.
Vex stood, showcasing a body to die for and a butt that begged to be caressed. Every inch of him was muscle and velvet. The Trad was a honed fighting machine.
He pulled on his clothes in quick, economical movements and then leaned down to brush a kiss across my forehead.
“See you later.” His voice sent thrills through me.
He rounded the screen and was gone.
Xavier popped his head around the screen with a cheeky wink. “Have fun last night?”
I smiled lazily. “Did you?”
He held up a hand and wiggled his fingers. “It was good, but I think I’ll take the real thing next time.”
There was heat in his gaze.
I sat up and tilted my chin for a kiss. “Tonight?”
He brushed his lips over mine and then swept his tongue over my bottom lip. My pulse picked up even though I knew this kiss wouldn’t be going anywhere right now.
He pulled back, his pale blue eyes dark with desire. “Tonight.”
“Xavier. Let’s go,” Vex called out.
I lay back and closed my eyes. It was warm, and my vest and sleep shorts felt constricting, but taking them off wasn’t an option. Not right now.
Ten minutes passed as I drifted, and then the doors slammed open and Tide and Lore stomped in. I was suddenly wide awake.
I stood and rounded the screen. “How was work?”
They were sitting on their bunks and pulling off their boots. Tide’s hands were covered in grease, and Lore had streaks of it all over his face.
He was also wearing a dirty bandage on his hand.
“Shit.” I rushed across the room and crouched at his side. “What happened?”
He smiled wryly. “I got clumsy.”
